Musica de K Camp del Genero: Rap Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Rap son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de K Camp tiene el poder de emocionarnos, inspirarnos y conectarnos a un nivel profundo. En este blog FoxMusicaDe, exploraremos el mundo de los artistas y cantantes de música del genero Rap, destacando su dedicación, creatividad y contribuciones a la cultura.
Los artistas y cantantes de música tienen la capacidad única de expresar sus emociones y experiencias a través de su voz y talento musical. A través de sus letras y melodías, nos llevan a un viaje emocional y nos permiten conectarnos con nuestras propias emociones.
Además de su talento musical, los artistas y cantantes son verdaderos profesionales en su campo. Trabajan arduamente para perfeccionar su
"3AM In Miami" lyrics K Camp Lyrics "3AM In Miami"
Yeah
Yeah
(It's that trappin' London fa' sho')
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Luxury my fashion, keep them pretty bitches under me
I'm gon' pop my shit, y'all ride my wave, y'all boys some sons to me
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Big ass cuban chain 'round my neck, that bitch get heavy
I'ma put this dick inside your gut if you let me
Baby, I'm too player, I be kickin' shit like Messi
Pull it out my Polos when you slob, make sure it's messy
Both of 'em tryna fuck, I could have sworn y'all hoes was besties
Hoe, you know I'm covered in this ice, Wayne Gretzky
Hoe, you keep on prayin' to the lord, how 'bout you bless me?
Steppin' in some Pradas, I don't wear no damn Giuseppes
You might think it's light when we move, but it's heavy
Yeah, I need that mula (Uh), guap (Uh), fedi (Uh)
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Luxury my fashion, keep them pretty bitches under me
I'm gon' pop my shit, y'all ride my wave, y'all boys some sons to me
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Big ass cuban chain 'round my neck, that bitch get heavy
I'ma put this dick inside your gut if you let me
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Luxury my fashion, keep them pretty bitches under me
I'm gon' pop my shit, y'all ride my wave, y'all boys some sons to me
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Big ass cuban chain 'round my neck, that bitch get heavy
I'ma put this dick inside your gut if you let me
Baby, I'm too player, I be kickin' shit like Messi
Pull it out my Polos when you slob, make sure it's messy
Both of 'em tryna fuck, I could have sworn y'all hoes was besties
Hoe, you know I'm covered in this ice, Wayne Gretzky
Hoe, you keep on prayin' to the lord, how 'bout you bless me?
Steppin' in some Pradas, I don't wear no damn Giuseppes
You might think it's light when we move, but it's heavy
Yeah, I need that mula (Uh), guap (Uh), fedi (Uh)